A/N: Awkward, but I posted the WRONG CHAPTER on upload day! It was up for about 24 hours before I realized the error. Anywho, I've since taken it down (obviously) and replaced it with the correct chappie.
For those who already read the accidental upload, it will be up next week as scheduled.
I suck, I know.
Anywho. Lemony ship is now boarding. Prepare yourself! :D
Chapter 6
My heat comes several days earlier than planned, hitting me in the middle of Yuri and I's conditioning day at the gym. We kept wondering why today Alphas kept circling around our equipment to do particular heavy weight training. As if showing off would entice us to look, when clearly both of us had wedding bands on full display.
I stop my reps for my legs, feeling far more fatigued than usual. Yuri stops to give me a long look. "You okay, piglet? Don't die on me now, I can't very well lift you out of here."
I roll my eyes, unbothered by the jibe of calling me heavy. I'm lighter now that the remnant baby fat melted away with the resuming of my usual training regimen. And with Yurio, I know now that this is the only way he knows how to be affectionate.
I wipe the sweat off my brow with the back of my hand and nod. "I just feel a little hot and a little tired," I admit. "Some water and I'll get over it."
Yuri raises a brow, glancing around at the still circling Alphas with a look of unwelcome. With a frown, he puts down his dumbbells to come closer and slaps my hand away to place the back of his own against my forehead, a peak into the maternal side he usually only revealed in the privacy of his home.
"You're warm... Not sick?"
I shake my head. "I'm definitely not that."
He drops his hand to give me a long look, and then decidedly begins to pack up his things with my own. "We're leaving, let's go."
An order I already begin to obey even though he's not actually an Alpha. "Wha..?"
He comes closer to all but hiss into my ear. "Every Alpha in this goddamn room can probably smell your increasing fertility. Now, shut up and let's go!"
Oh, crap. He doesn't need to tell me twice. I help him grab the remainder of our stuff and hurry out into the typical mild weather of May, springtime season. We both drove here in our respective vehicles, so we pause in the middle of the empty parking lot to deliberate. Unsurprisingly, Yuri suggests leaving my car here to be picked up later but I shake my head no.
"They'll tow it if it's left past business hours," I remind him. We could afford to pay the necessary fine, but it was a hassle to get one's car back a whole town over and I would be in no state to retrieve it anytime soon. "I'm fine enough to drive, Yurio. Let's just go in our own cars."
Yurio grumbles and analyzes me a bit longer but relents, already walks past me toward his car. "Fine. But I'm following you to your place," he says already whipping out his cell phone. "Just let me call the babysitter to pick up Vasilisa. If you start swerving, you'd better pull over!"
I don't swerve. A miracle, seeing as we were stuck in traffic for at least an hour. I use the time to try and call Viktor what feels like a million times, but when he doesn't pick up on the fifth redial I genuinely start to panic. Not because of my worsening heat, but because my anxiety tends to make me think the worse. What if something's happened to him?
By the time we pull into my drive way, I'm half sick with worry, half sick with my body pushing itself to the brink with the overproduction of hormones. I open my door and feebly come out, my face feeling hot and clammy. My mind is still here, but I know it won't be too long before conscious me starts fading to be replaced with instinctual, omega me.
Yuri pulls me from the car, urging me toward the house before the wind carries my scent to other Alphas in the area. He whizzes past me to go straight into our now overstocked kitchen to grab an oversized cup to fill with water and a dish with some fruit, thrusting them both into my hands and ushering me into the living room.
"Eat that. And when you're done, you're eating more. Then, we can go to your nest. But not a moment before."
Does Yuri...does the little blonde actually sound stressed? I hadn't heard him sound that way since before he had his daughter. Since before he had Otabek! For his sake, I don't argue to obvious point that I don't want to eat because the thought of consuming anything made my stomach lurch. We both know that's just a side affect, and that I'd feel worse post-heat if I went into it already starving and dehydrated. Begrudgingly, I eat the fruit salad and drain the water until it's all gone. And as promised, Yuri refills both. Except he had time to make a quick sandwich and give me a non-sugared sports drink instead. Electrolytes for prospective hours of physical activity.
I force myself to finish the food this time though, and hope to God he won't make me eat more. And thankfully he doesn't. I'm slipping away and we both know it.
"You should probably get showered and into your nest," he mumbles. "You go ahead, I'm gonna try to call Viktor again. I swear that asshole has the worst possible timing..."
I can only imagine the pile of voicemails and text messages Yuri must have left on Viktor's phone. Dumbly I take the advice and slip upstairs to the master bedroom, stripping my track suit and simply leaving it in a messy pile on the floor. I walk the path through the closet and into our bathroom, opting for a cold shower instead of my usual scalding ones. I want to stay here in the chill of the falling water, but my legs feel like jello the longer I stand here.
Where the hell is Viktor?
I barely remember going back to the bedroom, only that I'm fishing the hamper for one of Viktor's T-shirt's. I find one that smells strongly of him and take it with me to the bed. I re-arrange a few things, balling up and forming the sheets until I'm in the very center, wearing Viktor's old shirt.
I can't remember falling asleep, but when I wake again, Yurio is by my bed, freshly showered too if my nose is right and his damp hair is anything to go by. To say I feel incredibly thirsty and hot would be an understatement.
Uncomfortable. Sweaty. And without my Alpha! I whine and turn this way and that in vain attempt to find a new position of comfort, but to no avail. Eventually I give up, keening in despair and stripping all together. The cool against newly naked skin feels nice...for a moment. Until it doesn't anymore, and I'm back to square one.
The room is only dimly lit with a single lamp on and a cool cloth on the back of my neck.
It dawns on me I'm still naked. My attempt to sit up and reach for my discarded pants ends up being more like a useless flop of my limbs that go nowhere.
Through closed eyes I hear Yuri's sigh of irritation. "We've shared showers in the lockeroom for years, durak. Not to mention you watched me push a watermelon out during labor. Do you think I care about seeing you naked now?"
Oh. Well. He had a point. I can only whine in reply though, and curl into a ball of discomfort.
Yuri frowns and leans closer, removing the now lukewarm cloth form neck and making me roll back over onto my back. He inches me to sit up, even though every touch makes me squirm. I'm too sensitive, but he's going a good job of ignoring the deluge of slick being produced.
"Come on, drink this. You're dehydrated," he mutters, holding an ice cold glass of water to my face. I drink it on command, enough that some of the ice water dribbles to my chest in sweet relief. I drain the glass, lowering back to the bed and curling up again.
He sighs. "Viktor's on his way, he was stuck in traffic like we were. But further out. Big accident apparently..."
"Hmm.." I mumble, choosing to keep my eyes closed. "Need...Hmm..."
"I know," he sighs, and I drift asleep again to the sound of his phone ringing.
When I awake once more, Yuri is gone but a new glass of ice water sits on the nightstand beside the dimly lit lamp. I don't want to drink...I feel sick thinking of ingesting anything. But I'm so hot, that I purposely spill more than I swallow. I can hear the shower running. Is Yuri taking another shower?
Time passes, though how much I don't know much. Maybe five minutes. Maybe an hour. But when I wake, it is to Viktor's worried, apologetic face leaning over mine.
"Lyubov," he says, simultaneously greeting me and apologizing at the same time. Apology accepted by my tugging his face down for a needy kiss.
Taking the hint, he lets his towel fall from his hips and onto the floor as he joins me in the oversized bed. "Now," I pant between clashes of tongue. "Now, inside. Want. Please."
I'm definitely far gone, barely registering when he joins me in the bed. He is on top of me, surrounding my vision and my world with him. I whine for him to enter me, to fill me up with all of him. But instead of immediately going for gold, Viktor is kissing my neck, my chest, taking the time to nip and suck at my sensitive nipples. I jerk and writhe, but when I try to wriggle away Viktor makes sure to keep me put.
"Ha...Vit..ya—"
"Ssh."
I do hush, biting my lips as his continue their torturous path down my middle and between my thighs. He places hickies all along the pale skin of my inner thighs before finally taking my painfully hard erection into his mouth, looking up at me as all of me disappears into his mouth inch by inch. Had he not been applying an almost painful grip to my hips, I probably would have jerked up into his mouth. But he knows me too well, and I stay put. Still I fight with myself to stay quiet, but once he slides three fingers in me I lose it, loudly moaning into the quiet of the room. My face contorts, hands twisting into the sheets by my head. This, this...I've wanted this for so long! It almost hurts to be stimulated by something other than my own hands.
This teasing is killing me. "Hurry up and fuck me, Viktor!"
"Oh, such a potty mouth. Tsk tsk," he mumbles against the tip of my wet length. But he doesn't actually give me the satisfaction of doing what I ask, instead continuing to suck me off in that deliciously expert manner only Viktor ever could. Eventually he's no longer teasing, but actually blowing me with purpose and constant speed. Watching his cheeks hollow from the effort is incredibly satisfying to watch, but I do not watch for long; eyes scrunched shut as he begins fingering against that part within me.
I swear I don't see it coming when I literally choke out an orgasm. The sound of the sheets tearing above my head join in the chorus of my starved moans and Viktor's chuckle of triumph as he swallows every last drop. His hand is drenched with my juices when he finally pulls away, the ring of muscles quivering around nothing. I'm seeing stars, but it's still not enough and he knows it.
Viktor comes back over me to push his slick-moistened fingers into my mouth, a silent command for me to lick them clean. And I do more than that: I suck like my life depends on it. He doesn't linger on the act for too long, simultaneously replacing his fingers with his lips so that I may taste myself on his mouth, and finally entering his enormous cock in me. I can almost literally feel my insides shift out of the way to allow him passage. My eyes roll back, head slamming back against the pillows.
When he starts thrusting, his head is buried against the junction of my shoulder and my neck and I tilt my head away to give him better access. I raise me arms some to grab onto the headboard of the bed as each measured snap of his hips jerks my body against the bed. No command in the world could possibly make me be quiet now.
"Hn...so, tight Yuuri.." he grunts into my ear. To prove a point I tighten the muscles around him, feeling triumphant myself when he swears to himself. When he starts slowing down I know its because his orgasm is swiftly approaching and he's trying to delay the inevitable.
"No, ah..! Please, harder. Knot me. Now, Viktor," I all but beg.
He nods and pulls out to guide me onto my belly, hoisting my hips up for easy access but pushing my head into the bed. He slides inside me again, the entrance making a loud, squelching noise due to the copious amounts of slick now pouring down my thighs, balls and onto the bed. He picks up the speed as requested, his pace losing the polished timing and becoming haggard, harsh slams of wet skin against wet skin. His labored breathing tells me he's about to fall over the edge. And when he does, he clamps his teeth into my neck to remark the faded bond mark there. Viktor shoves himself all the way inside me, the sudden inflation of his knot adding to his already impressive girth. The mix of pain and pleasure from it all causes me to fall over the edge with him a second time, the evidence of my climax spraying onto the bed.
When he lets go of my neck, Viktor slowly rolls us onto our sides so that the tie doesn't hurt me too much. I whimper anyway, settling down once we're finally on our sides and spooning in a dryer spot of the bed.
My body having sensed I'd finally gotten the necessary seed for our first round of many sessions of sex to come, allows me to come to some of my senses for a brief time. Enough of my senses that I can speak and remember whatever I might say. "You were late," I mumble drowsily.
"I know," he whispers against my neck, causing me to shudder-with regret. "I was at the rink and didn't have my phone on me. By the time I'd gotten to it, both you and Yurio had called ten times. And when I tried to rush home, there was a traffic and...oh, lyubov, I'm so sorry."
I nod and reach back to wrap an arm lazily around his neck. "I thought you were avoiding me...again. But you're here now. Thank god. Where is...?"
""Yura?" Viktor is rubbing lazy circles against my lower stomach. "The moment I got here he gave me an ear full and then ran off to his place. The smell of arousal in the house was making him sick."
"Hmm, good...good..." I'm losing it again, already grinding against the knot that won't deflate for another twenty minutes or so.
Viktor groans and stills my hips. It's not smart for me to do so. It only feels good because I'm in heat, but it could probably hurt me in the long run. "Stay still, love. Let me take care of you, hm?"
He doesn't thrust—can't thrust—while still swollen at his base. But he does use the hand that was on my stomach to instead lightly fondle me to hardness, and then give me a sweet, simple handjob to my third orgasm for the hour. My body decides then that it's had enough, and I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep swiftly thereafter.
A/N: Side note: I'm not sure if the traffic for rp is slowing down on or if reviews are no longer a thing. But I love hearing how readers feel about my work, and if I don't hear feed back I assume my work wasn't well received. And that I should scrap it!
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